God of Blackfield

Chapter 96.2: Let’s do this until the End (1)

When Kang Chan dropped his cigarette on the ground and stepped on it, Cho Il-Kwon raised his head.

“I’ll guarantee your safety and your family’s,” Cho Il-Kwon continued.

“How?”

“The chairman listens to what I say to some degree. If you trust me and leave now, then—”

SMACK!

“Cho Il-Kwon?”

Startled, Cho Il-Kwon straightened his posture. On his cheek was a handprint with enough details for Kang Chan to see his fingerprints.

SMACK! Thud!

Cho Il-Kwon buried his face into the armrest of the sofa, then straightened back up while trembling so much his head shook.

SMACK!

The outer edge of Cho Il-Kwon’s left eye and the end of his lips got torn and were bleeding, and his cheek had become swollen. He stood up with difficulty.

With his bandaged left hand, Kang Chan tightly grasped onto Cho Il-Kwon’s head.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Since Cho Il-Kwon had thin skin, rips started appearing all over his cheek. It was as if someone had cut him with a razor blade. The blood seeping out from around his eyes, his nose, and the end of his lips completely covered his face.

Kang Chan’s grip on Cho Il-Kwon’s hair tightened even more.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

Having lost strength, Cho Il-Kwon’s head shook from side to side.

Just like Yoon Bong-Sup, this fucker was about to faint.

“If you don’t open your eyes properly, I’m going to call the people outside so we can bury you,” Kang Chan threatened.

Cho Il-Kwon flinched, then put strength in his head to open his eyes properly.

This son of a bitch is trying so hard because he doesn’t want to die.?

“Give me all the evidence for what you said just now. Got it?”

People in a crisis answered with a nod first before expressing their agreement using words.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

“You dare nod instead of answering me, you son of a bitch?”

“I’m sorry, sir!”

When Kang Chan released him, Cho Il-Kwon wavered.

“I want all evidence brought over before this cigarette is extinguished,” Kang Chan ordered.

While taking out a cigarette, Kang Chan sharply glared at Cho Il-Kwon. He had never glared at Cho Il-Kwon with such eyes until now because he felt sorry for ordering Choi Jong-Il to do something irrelevant.

Cho Il-Kwon urgently dropped his gaze.

Chk chk.

“Whoo, bring them over.”

Cho Il-Kwon staggered once as he urgently went to the desk.

Son of a bitch.?

Those that worked for Yang Jin-Woo were sons of bitches who weren’t any different from bullies who clung to gangsters to commit atrocities or Cho Il-Kwon who stayed by Yang Jin-Woo’s side and thought that it was okay to rashly kill people. However one thing set them apart: bullies directly exercised violence, while Cho Il-Kwon hid behind violence using money and his petty power.

When Kang Chan stood up, Cho Il-Kwon started to hastily open drawers.

What an idiot, I was just going over to get a paper cup to ash my cigarettes in.

That fucker would sacrifice even his wife if it meant getting out of this mess. Once their power had been taken away from them and they had been subjected to unimaginable violence, anyone would act like that.

Countless people had been snapped and broken by that fucker’s petty power and violence.

When the cigarette made a ‘chkk!’ sound inside the paper cup, Cho Il-Kwon brought over a bundle of documents and a USB. He then stood in front of the sofa.

“Explain what those are,” Kang Chan said.

“The material in here shows the date and the amount of money sent to chairperson Huh Sang-Soo and the money that was used to…” Cho Il-Kwon hesitated but noticed Kang Chan’s expression. “It includes expenses the chairman has used for personal reasons and information about the incidents that have been covered up.”

“What are the incidents that have been covered up?”

The fucker had already spilled so much information, so why would he hesitate now? Although Kang Chan was frowning, he had become curious deep down.

“The chairman is a pedophile, so…”

What did he just say?

“We couldn’t bring ourselves to buy children that were too young, so we bought girls that were more than ten years old and…”

Kang Chan felt his blood boiling.

“We mostly bought kids that had run away from their homes.”

Kang Chan wanted to rip Cho Il-Kwon’s mouth.

“How old is Yang Jin-Woo this year?” Kang Chan asked again.

“He’s fifty-nine years old.”

A sudden thought came into Kang Chan’s mind. “You have a daughter, right?”

“I do. This year she’s…”

Cho Il-Kwon closed his mouth, seemingly having figured out Kang Chan’s intention.

“She’s in first-year middle school. How do you think you would’ve felt if Yang Jin-Woo touched her?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Yet you could still cover up the incident by paying the girls who were sexually assaulted behind closed doors?” Kang Chan asked.

“I didn’t do that directly—Yoon Bong-Sup…”

Kang Chan breathed in loudly. He almost killed Cho Il-Kwon right there and then. It would be so easy to stab Cho Il Kwon’s neck, twist his head, throw him out the window, or strike the pit of his stomach.

Kang Chan gritted his teeth and turned his gaze to the rest of the material.

“That also has information about the chairman’s family, including Yoon Bong-Sup, and proof that money was remitted to two private organizations with guys like Yoon Bong-Sup,” Cho Il-Kwon explained.

“Two other organizations have people like Yoon Bong-Sup?”

“I’ve put all the evidence in there.”

“Whoo!” Kang Chan exhaled loudly. “What do you want to do now?”

“I’ll go out to a foreign country.”

This son of a bitch thinks he can go to a foreign country with twenty billion won? Dream on!

“Cho Il-Kwon, how many years will people stay in jail if they’re convicted of something like instigating murder?”

“Five to ten years.”

Kang Chan nodded. “Do you want to stay in a hospital for now? Or do you want to go to jail?”

“Please let me go, just this once!”

Kang Chan smirked.

This fucker who’s terrified of so many things was trying to negotiate while playing tricks again.

Kang Chan tightly grasped Cho Il-Kwon’s hair. “Even if you guys are sent to prison, you’re all going to be released for having an illness anyway. If so, then you should just head straight to the hospital.”

SMACK!

Kang Chan slapped Cho Il-Kwon with all his might, causing his head to snap to one side.

Kang Chan then let go of Cho Il-Kwon’s hair and reached over with his right arm, pulling on Cho Il-Kwon’s left sleeve.

Thud.

When he slammed Cho Il-Kwon’s head onto the sofa’s armrest, his arm naturally bent.

This son of a bitch is unbelievably tactful!

Kang Chan stood up from his spot and grabbed Cho Il-Kwon’s wrist with his left hand. He then put his knee over Cho Il-Kwon’s elbow and struck down with all of his might.

Crack!

Cho Il-Kwon, who had fainted, regained consciousness because of the pain, but then immediately fainted again.

Even though Kang Chan had already beaten him up so much, he’d only be in a hospital for a year with his current injuries.

Kang Chan grabbed Cho Il-Kwon’s head. He then threw it the other way as he pulled his right hand.

Crack!

Cho Il-Kwon would now have to stay in a hospital for a total of two years. Kang Chan had three to seven years left to add.

That was easy.

Kang Chan grabbed Cho Il-Kwon by the hair and pulled him up, straightening his upper body. The bandages on Kang Chan’s left hand were now drenched in the blood that covered Cho Il-Kwon’s face.

Kang Chan grabbed onto Cho Il-Kwon’s head with both hands, then quickly and briefly twisted it.

Crunch! Thud!

Cho Il-Kwon wouldn’t die from that, but he’d have to live the rest of his life sitting or lying down if he was unlucky. He probably would never be able to move his neck or his body below his waist ever again either.

This much should be enough to punish the fucker for now.

Kang Chan took the material on top of the table, then headed to the desk and found photos of Yoo Hye-Sook. One of them had fallen to the floor, and drops of blood had fallen onto the other.

This son of a bitch!

While gritting his teeth, Kang Chan folded the photos and put them in his inner chest pocket.

It didn’t look like there was a place for him to burn the photos in this office.

Rattle. Creeaak.

When Kang Chan opened the door and headed outside, Choi Jong-Il and Woo Hee-Sung, who had been standing in front of the door, moved aside.

“What should we do?” Choi Jong-Il asked Kang Chan.

“I’ve twisted Cho Il-Kwon’s neck, so send him to the hospital.”

“Understood. It’ll just take a minute.”

Choi Jong-Il went inside the office while holding onto the door, then came outside after they heard a ‘click.’?He had changed the password to the office.

“This will allow the hospital officials to open this office themselves and take Cho Il-Kwon,” Choi Jong-Il explained.

It seemed this guy also had a wide range of talents.

“Let’s go out to eat,” Kang Chan said.

Choi Jong-Il radioed someone while they were going down the apartment. When they got to the entrance, a car was already waiting for them.

“Let’s go somewhere where we can eat in peace,” Kang Chan continued.

“There's a restaurant that sells delicious hanjeongsik down this road.”

“Okay. It should be a place where we can talk among ourselves.”

“There’s a good place for that. You know where it is, right?” Choi Jong-Il asked Lee Doo-Hee.

“Yes.”

Kang Chan gazed out the window upon hearing Lee Doo-Hee’s answer.

Should they report Cho Il-Kwon to the police? If they did, Yang Jin-Woo would make even more effort to cover up Cho Il-Kwon’s wrongdoings.

That fucker was worse than dogs.

When Kang Chan was tightly gritting his teeth while recalling the impression he had of Yang Jin-Woo, which was based on the report…

1. Hanjeongsik refers to a full-course set meal where a variety of foods are served based on traditional Korean standards. In the past, it was served to royals